My Friends the Allens -- Video Hits by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story contains a graphic account of sexual relations between various adults. If you are a minor, a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go take a cold shower. = = = The woman on the screen put her long legs up on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. Slowly, she slid her hands up her thighs. Her eyes were closed. Her hands pushed up the dark blue skirt, so we could see the tops of her stockings, her white panties, the naked skin of her stomach. She leaned her head back, ran her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and moved them in slow ovals. We were up in the study of the Allen sisters' suite, all gathered around the big computer monitor. Pat and I sat on the loveseat, Julie knelt on a cushion on the floor, and their cousin Jake stood by the computer, grinning proudly and watching the woman. This was better than an amateur sex video: this was real life. And the woman on the screen had no idea she was being watched. As she stroked herself with her fingers, her breathing became rough and heavy. Although we had no sound, we could tell by the rise and fall of her breasts under the white silk blouse. She spread her thighs farther apart, her high-heeled shoes scraping on the wood of the desktop. She had one finger deep inside herself, and the other hand rubbed her clit, which must have been hard and swollen by this time. She started to come, her eyes closed tight, and her mouth opened in a long series of silent gasps. Her hands moved like trapped animals under the wet white panty. I licked my lips, and my cock hardened in my pants. "So how are you getting these pictures, Jake?" I asked. He grinned more widely, his eyes still on the gasping woman on the screen, and launched into jargon. I think he said "The office wing of the building is full of security cameras. They're all linked via digitally-switched video back to Security in the hotel, and by tapping into the trunk," he gestured at the wires that came out of the back of computer and disappeared behind a loosened wall-panel, "I can patch into the signal. A little ATM decoding, and I can read any channel I want. There's no security in the system. Who'd want to crack into it, eh? Heh heh heh." The woman lay limp in the chair, eyes closed and hands motionless between her legs, for a minute or two. Then she sat up, stretched, wiped herself gingerly with a tissue from the desk, and got up, moving out of the range of our camera. Jake knelt at the keyboard, and began flicking through the channels. Images of empty offices and people typing at keyboards flashing by on the screen. Julie picked up a book; Pat rose from next to me, and helped me off with my pants. Then she sat down in my lap, her body a hot sweet weight. She was wearing only her big brown terrycloth robe; I buried my face in her neck, and began to nuzzle the robe open, headed for her big firm breasts. She laughed, and kneaded my shoulders with her strong hands. The robe was just about to fall open when Jake spoke up. "Hah! Bet HE doesn't know there's a camera in his office, ay?" On the screen, a tall grey-haired man sat in a big leather chair. In front of the desk, facing him, stood a lovely dark-haired woman in a tailored suit, head down. He was obviously shouting at her. Standing next to the man was a small blonde woman in a tight skirt and a sweater that showed off her large breasts. As the man shouted at the dark woman, he was blatantly feeling up the blonde, his hand roaming over her ass and her thighs. Then he seemed to quiet down, and he said one more thing to the woman in front of his desk. Her head came up for a second, apparently in surprise. No one moved for a moment. Then she walked around the desk, and knelt in front of the man, who rolled his chair back to make room for her. Julie stood up in front of Jake, and batting her eyelashes she said "Oh, please, Mr. Boss, I'm sorry I didn't get the contract. I'll do ANYTHING to make it up to you!" Jake grinned, and pulled her against him, her face against his neck. She began to kiss his body, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding down his chest. On the screen, the dark woman had unzipped the tall man's pants, and was stroking his limp penis. Gradually, it came erect; the man said something to the blonde, and she tugged her sweater off over her head. Her boobs were large and pink, swelling tightly against the cups of her bra. I slid my hands inside Pat's robe; her breasts filled my palms with their heavy warmth. The blonde leaned over the man in the chair, pressing her breasts against his face through the thin lace of the bra. He reached under her skirt and pressed and squeezed the round globes of her ass. The dark woman lowered her head over his crotch, taking his cock into her mouth and slowly sucking. Julie undid the buttons on Jake's pants and drew out his penis. I'm a bad judge of sizes, but Jake was BIG. Seven or nine inches, I'd say, and very thick. Julie moaned, faked or real, and took the wide pale head into her mouth. "That's it, baby," growled Jake, "if you want that raise, you'll have to WORK for it." And he twisted his fingers in her hair as she sucked on him. I opened Pat's robe and ran my hands over her body. I tried to turn her face towards me to kiss her, but she stopped me. I looked at her face as she watched the screen, and I realized that she was flushed with anger, not desire. "Just a minute," she whispered, "I want to memorize this bastard." The blonde had taken off her bra, and the man in the chair was suckling her nipples and groping her huge tits as the knealing woman ate him. One of his hands was between the blonde's big pale thighs, hungrily exploring her ass and her cunt. The blonde's face was neutral, bored. Jake was long enough that even Julie had a hard time taking his whole length into her mouth. When his cock was stiff and throbbing, he pulled it out of his cousin's mouth, and lay her back on the rug. He tore off her shorts with both hands, spread her legs apart, and moved on top of her. Julie put her arms around him eagerly, and moaned as he entered her. "Oh Boss, oh boss, oh boss, oh GOD!" she breathed, half joking and half in passion, as he stretched her and penetrated her. On the screen, the tall man came, his body arching in the chair, his face buried in the blonde's boobs. The knealing woman turned her head to the side and spat involuntarily, and his cock squirted the last of its load onto the side of her face. The man pushed the blonde away, and said something to the woman in front of him, his face smug and satisfied, ugly with the knowledge of his power. The woman got up and moved off camera, returning with some tissues that she used to clean up his juices. "Scum-bag," Pat hissed, "parasite, bastard!" Then she took her eyes from the screen and looked at me. "You men really are shit, you know?" On the cushion, Julie was screaming rhythmically as Jake's cock plumbed her depths. She was spread-eagled on the floor, her legs in a wide split, her hands clawing at the rug. Pat got up from my lap and shrugged off the robe. Her big breasts jiggled tautly, nipples erect, as she lowered herself back into my lap, knees spread, straddling me. My erect cock rubbed against her stomach, wetting the soft hairs with its tears. I wasn't sure if she was going to fuck me or kill me. She looked hard into my eyes for a second, and then bobbed in my lap, engulfing my cock with one practiced motion. I gasped at the pleasure of her warm sopping pussy sliding around me. She began to rock slowly up and down on my shaft, impaling herself, her eyes closed and her face flushed. "You know," she whispered hotly in my ear, "Jake may be hung like a donkey, but -- ahhhh, God --- I don't start to come the minute HE gets -- oh oh OHH -- inside me." I could feel the walls of her cunt beginning to ripple and contract, as her muscles squeezed me relentlessly. "What the hell do you DO to me?" she gasped, as the orgasm took her. The pleasure of her body moving on mine was unbearable. I squeezed her big heavy boobs, I kissed her gasping mouth. Her hands clutched at my sides and my back. I grasped her hips, slowing down her insistent rocking. My mouth on hers, I set up a new, slower rhythm as she moaned and sighed, and I slid her body up and down, slid myself in and out of her as slowly as I could stand, my cock throbbing and my chest pounding with desire for her. I could feel the cum straining to escape, to shoot into her darkness, as I held us back. Impossibly hard and swollen, my cock ached; I could feel the pressure of her cunt walls on every ridge of skin; my cock-head felt like it was on fire. My fingers sank into the flesh of her sides. We lingered in that hot, wet, breathless place, kissing and moaning, the pressure slowly building up. Then I could stand it no longer, and I let my body take over. I crushed my lips against hers, and thrust suddenly and deeply into her. She groaned in delight, and pressed her hips against me. We fucked wildly and without control, coming again and again there on the loveseat, the naked woman bouncing and laughing in my lap, my cock finally freed to blast its cum into her as her warm juices flowed out and over my thighs. The pleasure was incredible; as the last wave ebbed, I put my arms fully around her, pressing her exhausted body against me, wanting to feel every inch of her hot skin. As we collapsed back on the loveseat, Jake and Julie applauded from the floor, where they were cleaning each other off with their tongues. "Hope this room is good and soundproof, heh heh," said Jake, as Julie licked off his long limp cock. When we were all rational again, Pat asked Jake if he could identify the office that we had been watching last. "No problem," he said, "anything for you." Pat grinned a frightening grin. "Little Sister," she said to Julie, "we have a little planning to do. There are a couple of women who might want some help with an act of justice." Jake and I exchanged glances, each of us feeling very glad we weren't a certain tall grey-haired man with a terribly uncertain future. My Friends the Allens -- Video Hits by Mark Aster The End